And then there were none!

She strummed pausing chords on the guitar,

A cigarette dangling on her lips loosely,

The room lay dimly lit in silence,

Smoke bellowing above the old couch.

She poured herself another drink,

Counts of lost lovers gone in each sip,

Her fingers lightly touching the wounds again,

She looks to the glass ceiling on to the stars.

Brightly lit candles give her company,

She sits after a sold out night,

Looking dazzling in her indifference,

In an empty room of scotch and cigarettes.

Laughter of innumerable voices,

Now lost to the grieving room,

Soul sold off to the highest bidder,

An artist’s voice now on hire.

First went the music…

Then it was the lovers…

And then the dazzle…

And then there was None!

What I didn't tell you

All you know is... All I told you

Here's a few not so wise things I learnt in this crazy, smiling mess of a life... I say them out loud... Only cos I cannot take them back then...

Things that scare you are the ones worth talking about the most...

Never say no to a new experience... 

Be promiscuous with your experiences... Not with your mind

Want! Never need!

Be honest with your opinions... Those who stick around are the ones meant to

There should only be one reason to be with someone for life... Love

Love is what you define for yourself

Your body is not a temple... It is a gift!

Timing is nothing... Intention is everything

The world needs more kindness and less money

Know the world around you... Even more so the world inside you

Say the things you think without sugarcoating

Define your standards... Stop following the ones they defined

People will try to control you... Let them... Then let go

Travel makes you more open than anything else

Travel is a way of life... Not an easy one

Figure out who you are before you figure who you want

Everything is a choice

Be the absolute version of yourself... No customizations!

Shame

She stood by the corner between the light and haze,

Looking at the room fill in and empty out…

She looked at them together in her mind,

Falling like domino pieces in air.

Sipping her tea slowly,

She tugged harder at her skirt.

Her short legs exposed as she walked,

She pushed her socks down.

Moving her head to the numbing sound,

Sounds of laughter dancing to the music…

A hand pulling her by the waist,

She came face to face with him.

Dancing to the rhythm of our bodies,

His lips pushed against my skin hard,

He whispered in my ear lightly,

‘I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.’

I pushed him back against the wall,

Trapped in passion enveloping us,

Liberated in that numb moment,

We let go in the garden of temptation.

‘You can think of him tonight’

He whispered in my ears.

I looked at him knowingly,

Another night, another stranger.

Born in the their wrong time,

Born in the their wrong place,

Born in the their wrong form,

Born every moment.

Love of a moment for every moment…

Higher than lust of one eternal moment…

Love lost in the wild greed,

Greed of another moment.

Shame in the love for greed,

Higher than lust of the material,

Not lost in the their need to stop,

No Shame...

I Call it Magic

Sitting by a window pane,

Dreams about a life in dreams,

Rejecting time,

Broken between the real and the surreal.

I sit by the window still,

Looking at it all,

Looking at what I don’t want,

Looking at what I will never want.

And in their love and loss,

The fear of losing another one,

Greed of the broken winged,

Greed of a lost cause.

Passing through storms,

Lost and found,

Between the music and the musician,

Rhythm of the cursed…

No fear of the unknown,

Fear of the unspoken,

Big Realities…

Bigger Illusions…

Curiosity to a stranger,

From the unknown…

A life against rules of reality,

Moving to the surreal.

Dreams of another window pane…

Dreams of a swim in the open ocean…

Dreams of being lost in the surreal...

Dreams of a lost cause…

I sit by the window still,

Music of the free world,

Realities of a golden cage,

A life of taking flight.

Life as a circle…

In a square box…

I call it Magic…

I call it Truth…

Amidst the rubble...

Laughing on the couch,

She lightly kisses the haze…

In the arms of strangers,

She dances in circles…

Holding on to the curtains,

She turns around to see the noise,

Just one more time,

Crave for the morning…

Throwing her glass on the wall,

She tip toes around shattered glass,

Jumping across roofs,

Falling in beds…

Woken up by the cannon balls,

Smeared lipstick on the walls,

Shards of glass in her soul,

She lights the cigarette.

Another night of driving around,

Another kiss in the air,

Another knock breaks her trance,

Ashes of a forgotten time…

She rolls under the ivory sheets,

She kisses to the moans…

Amidst the chaos…

Amidst the haze…

Amidst the rubble…